As I left the solid world and stepped into the unknown I
“heard” Rama speak to me on the private line where only
thoughts can travel, “Journey with me into the nagual. Let
go. Do you remember me, the boy in blue? I want you to
remember!”

I flew into that timeless land where boundaries melt,
and I caught glimpses of the boy in blue. Somewhere in the
world of time I returned and slowly reentered the theater
of the known.


As the evening ended I felt that I had shifted
countless times in one evening that had lasted an eternity.
I left the theater and walked into the Beverly Hills night